Here In My Room

This party is old and uninviting

Participants all in black and white

You enter in full-blown technicolor

Nothing is the same after tonight

If the world would fall apart

In a fiction-worthy wind

I wouldn't change a thing

Now that you're here

When love is a verb

Here in my room

Here in my room

Here in my room

Yeah, love is a verb

Here in my room

Here in my room

Here in my room

You enter and close the door behind you

Now show me the world as seen from the stars

If only the lights would dim a little

I'm wary of eyes upon my scars

If the world would fall apart

In a fiction-worthy wind

I wouldn't change a thing

Now that you're here

When love is a verb

Here in my room

Here in my room

Here in my room

Yeah, love is a verb

Here in my room

Here in my room

Here in my room

Pink tractor beam into your incision

I'm spinning as free as dervish's whirl

I came here expecting next to nothing

So, thank you for being that kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl

That kind of girl